Twisted Love

Beta'd by mysterychic. Many thanks to her for beta-ing.

Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural, but I do own Johnny, Kit, their parents, Jack Foel, and Newbridge Falls.

Author's Note: Don't kill me! I can give you two very good reasons why I should be allowed to live. One: It's the site's fault, not mine, that Icouldn't update. And two: If you kill me, you'll never find out who the succubus is. So there! (Nods, then runs and hides).

Review Answers: Since I have gotten so many (long) reviews, and I've posted both chapter seven and chapter eight, I've spread review answers for chapter six and all that over the two of them, so less of the space is taken up by review answers on this chapter.

Rosalene – Yeah, if there's one thing I like more then writing non-physical torture, it's writing chick-flick moments. And you really didn't need to know that, but anyway…

Yeah, I was considering it, but I decided against it (though, knowing me, he'll probably get some more chances before this story is done). Finally! Someone notices it! I thought I was going to have to point it out myself. Yes, big Buffy fan, though I haven't actually gotten to any of the episodes with him in it (learned about his existence from an episode guide, his full name seems like ideal last names for Sam and Dean).

Spuffyshipper – Yes, poor Johnny. Sacrificing himself so that I could write a good story. Well, he's not dead, so I can drop the dramatics I suppose. Yeah, I think you may be right, I think Sam is falling in love.

talon81 – Yeah, it was, wasn't it? I sat down, started typing, and just couldn't stop until I finished. I'm actually surprised it turned out so good. And it's good to know my attempt at writing the visions was so well received. Yeah, I like making people faint, it's fun to think about (let's not go there).

Here's the update, wait no longer weary reader (okay, that was just weird).

Scott Andrei – Oh, a stranger in town. Welcome to the (seemingly ever-growing) group of people who have reviewed this story. Me? A good writer. Thanks, always nice to read those words. I'm pleased (trying to refrained from saying the 'G' word) you found that good, I thought it seemed good when I wrote it. This update soon enough for ya?

puplover77 – Yeah, I'm such a cruel guy, poor Johnny. But it had to be done to get them closer. At least, that's my twisted mind told me. Yeah, see, Sam comforting Johnny after it is received with an 'aww' so I was right (nods proudly). Yep, still writing. No actual life to speak of… It helps to make the updates quicker.


Chapter 7: Wounds Beneath the Skin

Dean cut the line as soon as he gave Sam the address, and looked up and down the street before leaving the cover of the awning out the front of the Fish and Chip store and crossing the street to the impala.

"He okay?" Kit asked as Dean got into the driver's seat of the car. Dean nodded.

"How'd you know it was Sam?" He asked.

"Because every time you think about, or talk to, Sam, you make this face." She showed him the kind of face he made, and he arched an eyebrow. "Okay, maybe not every time, but often enough, mostly when you're worried about him." She looked out the window for a minute, waiting for Dean to start the car.

"So this thing… is it the same one as before? A succubus?" Kit asked. Dean nodded.

"As far as we can tell; the men, the apparent deaths by sexual intercourse, the time between each death, it kind of points to one…" He trailed off.

After two years since last seeing the young woman, Dean still wasn't perfectly sure exactly how she had found out what he and his father had been doing. He figured it had something to do with the fact that he'd been blind drunk and completely open to suggestion. He'd probably have climbed the Statue of Liberty and yodelled at the top if she'd asked him to. Well, tried at least.

"And you think it's coming after my brother?" She asked. Dean nodded again. She let out a small growl. "Like the kid doesn't have enough going for him already, now he's got some psycho chick lookin' to lay him and then kill him."

"'Doesn't have enough going for him'?" Dean asked. Kit looked over at him.

"Oh, nothing," She said. "It's just… well, old habits die hard I guess." Dean gave her a confused look.

"Something I'm missing?" He asked. Kit shrugged.

"What did Johnny tell you?" She asked.

"Well, he said your mum has a job, and that your father gave up the drink." Dean said. Kit snorted.

"Not in this lifetime." She said. Dean didn't look any less confused, so she enlightened him. "That's just Johnny trying to make people believe he has a half-decent life. Okay, yes for the record, Mum got her lazy ass off the couch, and got a job at that sleazy café on the other side of town. But she spends most of the money on smokes. Or more booze for Daddy Dearest." She let out a small sigh. "She's out half the night, and when Dad gets drunk, he… goes bad. Really bad. Especially on Johnny."

"Why Johnny?" Dean asked. She bit her lower lip, suddenly unsure whether she should continue or not. "Hey, it's not my family. If you don't want to tell me, just say so." He said. Kit frowned.

"Mum used to sleep around a lot, when she was younger. Hell, so did Dad; it's amazing their marriage has even lasted this long." She said.

"And that has… what to do with why your father uses Johnny as a human punching bag?" Dean asked.

"Well, that's the thing. He's my father, but…" Her frown deepened, and Dean got the feeling that she rarely told anyone this. "We're almost positive that Johnny's father was one of those bozos Mum got into bed." She said.

"Oh, it runs in the family." Dean muttered under his breath. Kit narrowed her eyes.

"What?" She demanded, her voice venomous.

"Nothing." He said. He started the car and pulled out onto the road. They drove for a few minutes before he spoke again. "So why'd you leave?" He asked. Kit gave a bitter laugh.

"'Leave'!" She said. "They practically threw me out. Why do you think all my paintings are still in my room?" Dean frowned. This was a side of Johnny's family he had not known about. Okay, he knew that his father was a drunk and his mother had no life past her next packet of cigarettes (although she had been known to actually treat Johnny like he was her son, on occasion), but he hadn't comprehended the fact that Johnny actually got hurt by it, nor that they were so neglectful (or resentful, as he suspected the case may be) of their daughter.

"Why'd they throw you out?" He asked. Kit looked uncomfortable for the first time since the conversation had started.

"Well, that was partly my fault. Mum told me I had to pick Johnny up from work and drop him off and all that shit. Neither of us wanted that to happen, and when Mum ordered me to do it, I sort of…" She trailed off. "Let's say three years of anger management went down the drain in one foul swoop." Dean nodded. So not everything Johnny had told him was untrue. She saw the look on his face. "Okay, for what it's worth, mostly, what Johnny said was the truth he wanted to see. Yes, Mum got off the couch and got a job. And yes, Dad did stop drinking. Just not entirely. He's coherent for most of the day, but as soon as Mum's gone he gets out the booze and gets as drunk as is humanly possible." That explained why he'd been able to distinguish more or less who Dean was; Abigail had still been home at the time, so the guy probably just had a hell of a hangover. "You know, sometimes I feel like I just walked into my very own little soap opera." She said, shaking her head slightly. Dean gave a small chuckle.

As he had suspected, the cops were parked inconspicuously around the motel, so Dean drove straight passed it, thankful to see none of them recognized the car.

He was just about to ask Kit for a suggestion of where they could go to wait to find out if Sam really had gotten away from the cops when the mobile started ringing. Dean snatched it up and answered it, glancing at the Caller ID as he did so.

"This better be good news." He said.

"We've got trouble." Came Sam's answer.

"How did I know you were going to say that?" Dean asked. "What's up?" He added.

"I had a…" Silence for a minute, then, "I had a vision." Sam said, not as loud as he had before.

"A what" Johnny's voice was in the background, but Dean heard him.

"What did you see?" He asked, glancing over at Kit.

"Can't really tell you right now." Sam said. Dean guessed the vision had something to do with Johnny. "Can you meet us at…" Another few seconds of silence. "Johnny says it's the place where Kit took him to catch tadpoles."

"Where did you go to catch tadpoles with Johnny?" Dean asked Kit.

"Old Grove Park; it has a small pond out past the swing set a little ways. Why?" She asked.

"Do you know how to get there?" Dean asked, ignoring her question.

"Duh, I go there almost every day now." Kit said.

"Yeah, we'll meet you there." Dean said into the phone.

"Okay, see you in ten." Sam said, and cut the connection. Dean placed the mobile back on the dashboard and turned his attention to Kit.

"Which direction?" He asked.


Sam glanced over at Johnny as he slipped his mobile into his jacket pocket. The young man was sitting on one of the swings, rocking back and forth slowly, his eyes staring as if he was looking at something far away, something beautiful. He blinked and smiled when he saw Sam approach.

"How are you feeling?" Sam asked, taking a seat in the swing next to them. Johnny shrugged.

"The cuts don't hurt as much. My back still stings a bit though." He said. Sam chuckled.

"That wasn't what I meant and you know it." He said. "I mean, it's not everyday you find out that the guy you spent the night in the same bed with is a supernaturally-powered freak." Johnny looked over at Sam, who suddenly wondered if maybe he shouldn't have brought it up so soon. But Johnny gave a small smile and reached over, pulling Sam closer so he could plant a small kiss on his lips.

"You're not a freak." He said. "Psychic, maybe, but… never a freak." Sam smiled at Johnny, pleased that the young man had taken the visions so well. He was yet to find out the real reason Sam was in town, but Sam decided it was better to take it one step at a time.

"So why are you so… detached from me then?" Sam asked. Johnny shrugged.

"Some wounds take longer to heal then others." He said cryptically. "And not everything is on the surface. Some wounds are beneath the skin." Sam furrowed his brow. Johnny shook his head, like he'd suddenly realized how little sense that made. "I'm fine… it's just… frightening… to feel so powerless. I mean… I couldn't do anything." He looked over at Sam, and there was something in his eyes Sam couldn't recognize. It was almost fear, but at the same time it seemed to be something else entirely. "It was terrifying. I couldn't stop him… I could do… anything." His voice shook, threatening a fresh wave of tears. "He told me… he said…" Sam got up out of his swing and walked around behind Johnny, putting his arms around him reassuringly and whispering soothing words to the younger man, pushing the swing back and forth a little with the lower part of his body.

They both looked up when they saw the black impala pulling up at the sidewalk in front of the playground. Dean got out of the car and, to Sam and Johnny's surprise, Kit did as well. Sam hadn't actually met Kit, but Dean had told him she'd somehow found out about what they did (Dean had been evasive on the how), so he figured she was there to help. That, or she was there to take Johnny back to their parent's house. Sam unconsciously tightened his hold around the younger man.

"Nice to see you two getting along so well." Dean said as he walked over to them. Sam felt Johnny move and reluctantly released him from his hold. Kit walked up and threw her arms around her brother.

"Good to see you're okay." She said. Johnny winced, and Kit immediately released him. She took a better look at him; her eyes narrowed, and she almost instantly seemed to guess what was wrong. "I don't believe it, did he…?" She didn't finish, glancing at Sam. Johnny nodded, though, and she relaxed a little. Then she looked between the two of them. "How much does he know?" She asked, and neither Johnny nor Sam knew which of them she was talking to, since they both knew small amounts of bigger things of each other's life.

Dean seemed to realize the confusion, and clarified. "How much did you tell him, Sam?" He asked.

"He knows about the visions." He said quietly. Although Johnny and Kit both knew about them, they were still in a public place, and he couldn't be too careful. "That's all."

"There's more?" Johnny asked, surprised. Sam sighed and nodded, though he seemed reluctant to go into it any further. Dean, however, had no such reluctance, and he opened his mouth to explain, but Sam cut across him.

"Dean, does he have to… I mean-" He said.

"If it comes after him, he needs to be prepared for it." Dean said forcefully, and then turned his attention back to Johnny.

"I don't think it's after him anymore." Sam said, not looking at anyone. Whatever Dean had been about to say to Johnny was lost when Sam said that.

"What do you mean? Why wouldn't it go after him anymore?" He asked, turning slowly back to Sam, already getting an idea of why. Sam looked up, worry in his eyes.

"Because I think it's after me." He said.


A/N: Wow, another one finished. Finally, it's out in the open that it's probably after Sam now. So, why don't you all review and tell me what you think of that (by now, I'm sure it's not actually necessary to remind you, y'all are pretty good at it on your own, but I just do it because I like to). Until next time, Cyas.